Embarrassing . . .

. . . so while Em's been running the Lincoln store we've been picking her up at Lowdham station.

Tonight the train was late so I text her to meet in the pub just round the corner. 

All went well, she got off the train and walked into the place passing a very nice man standing at the open door. She immediately noticed all was not right, and turned round to be asked by the nice man "what do you want?". "Is this the pub" she asks, and he points down the road "down there!!"